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You know, I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, everyone's right and I should get out of the house a bit more and exercise. That maybe I'm tired and stuff because I don't move around enough. That had to be it, right? All those hours of sleep and the many days needed for me to recouperate after any sort of sustained activity (walking, leaving the house, etc), it was because of the endo and because of my poor, poor fitness levels. That had to be it. The horrible shaking in my hands that I got sometimes? Low blood sugar! The fact that I'm goth pale, despite being part Maltese and generally rather naturally olive-toned? I don't go out enough! Don't get enough sunshine! I only had to blame myself for this terrible state I'm in!
I idly mentioned to my doctor yesterday that I was constantly rundown to a ridiculous level and said, "I'm thinking maybe my iron levels might be a bit down again." The doctor was surprised and said, "Well, you were okay the last time we checked you. I mean, it was low, but it was on the normal side of low. We'll do another check just in case."
I was expecting maybe 18 (the normal for a woman of my age is 22, apparently). I thought I'd hear from them in a few days.
I heard from them this morning. (I did the test right at the end of yesterday afternoon). I knew it had to be low for them to get back to me so quick. I asked what it was, and the lady had to find it, but unlike the last time I had a blood test and I had to speak to the doctor directly about it, she told me the information right off.
I GOT SIX. That's right, mofos. VI! 6! LIU! SECHS! שש ! SEI!
... I believe I've made my point. (I got 100 more languages, I could keep going!)
SO! Meat must be in my diet in a big way. Red meat repeatedly throughout the week, iron pills every day. I'll be snacking on beef jerky a little more often than I do (once a week instead of once every now and again). I am a sick, malnutritioned omnivore.
I KNEW bleeding for three to four weeks was going to have some freakin' fucking, mother-cunting consequence! "OH NO, IT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL!" cried my male gynaecologist at me with cheery aplomb. "EVERYONE BLEEDS WHEN THEY GET MIRENA PUT IN! EVERY ONE HURTS! YOU JUST HAVE TO WAIT THREE TO SIX MONTHS TO SEE IF IT WORKS!"
Like fucking HELL, buddy! Look what this has done to me! Sweet Jiminy CRICKET! Nobody thought that bleeding heavily for three weeks might be, oh, I don't know, DANGEROUS in some way? NO, I'm a WOMAN, it's PERFECTLY NORMAL. I'm sure if a man was losing the amount of blood I was over a three week period, it would have been taken just a LITTLE bit more seriously.
Well, I'll tell you what, I'm fucking angry about this. I'm spitting chips. I'm in a cunt-punting mood. Unfortunately I don't think there's anything I can do about it other than try to undo the damage done.
(I need a new icon - My Uterus Is Trying to DO ME IN)
I idly mentioned to my doctor yesterday that I was constantly rundown to a ridiculous level and said, "I'm thinking maybe my iron levels might be a bit down again." The doctor was surprised and said, "Well, you were okay the last time we checked you. I mean, it was low, but it was on the normal side of low. We'll do another check just in case."
I was expecting maybe 18 (the normal for a woman of my age is 22, apparently). I thought I'd hear from them in a few days.
I heard from them this morning. (I did the test right at the end of yesterday afternoon). I knew it had to be low for them to get back to me so quick. I asked what it was, and the lady had to find it, but unlike the last time I had a blood test and I had to speak to the doctor directly about it, she told me the information right off.
I GOT SIX. That's right, mofos. VI! 6! LIU! SECHS! שש ! SEI!
... I believe I've made my point. (I got 100 more languages, I could keep going!)
SO! Meat must be in my diet in a big way. Red meat repeatedly throughout the week, iron pills every day. I'll be snacking on beef jerky a little more often than I do (once a week instead of once every now and again). I am a sick, malnutritioned omnivore.
I KNEW bleeding for three to four weeks was going to have some freakin' fucking, mother-cunting consequence! "OH NO, IT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL!" cried my male gynaecologist at me with cheery aplomb. "EVERYONE BLEEDS WHEN THEY GET MIRENA PUT IN! EVERY ONE HURTS! YOU JUST HAVE TO WAIT THREE TO SIX MONTHS TO SEE IF IT WORKS!"
Like fucking HELL, buddy! Look what this has done to me! Sweet Jiminy CRICKET! Nobody thought that bleeding heavily for three weeks might be, oh, I don't know, DANGEROUS in some way? NO, I'm a WOMAN, it's PERFECTLY NORMAL. I'm sure if a man was losing the amount of blood I was over a three week period, it would have been taken just a LITTLE bit more seriously.
Well, I'll tell you what, I'm fucking angry about this. I'm spitting chips. I'm in a cunt-punting mood. Unfortunately I don't think there's anything I can do about it other than try to undo the damage done.
(I need a new icon - My Uterus Is Trying to DO ME IN)
